"Charlene Whittenburg (From Phoenicia)"
(lyrics & music by Brad Kleiman)


Charlene Whittenburg from Phoenicia
Bar Queen of the mountains
Drunken villagers on their knees for ya
Car beams catch them bowing

You step out of your limousine
Black fur over sheer black dress
You get soused and you hit the green
Captured for the New York press
by the photogs from the Mohawks
But the horndogs from Phoenicia
love Charlene the best


Charlene Whittenburg from Phoenicia
Are you sleeping in?
Can't see getting up that much earlier
4 or 3 PM

You step out of your limousine
Black fur over sheer black dress
You get soused and you hit the green
Captured for the New York press
by the photogs from the Mohawks
But the horndogs from Phoenicia
love Charlene the best